‘Uh-huh. But this was the house, eh?’
‘I suppose so. It was very dark that night, and I was unable to see more than the outline of the house.’
‘Are yuh shore yuh didn’t dream about that gate?’
Rex frowned thoughtfully.
‘Perhaps I did, Hashknife. As far as that is concerned, I might have dreamed all of it. But if you do not think I was struck on the head—look at it.’
‘I saw it,’ grinned Hashknife. ‘That’s no dream.’
‘Well, that’s no more true than the rest of it.’
‘You ain’t been to Mesa City yet, have yuh? I mean, to make any investigations about that check.’
‘No; I haven’t had a chance. But just as soon as possible, I shall go over there.’
It was late in the afternoon when Nan came home, accompanied by a man from the Cañonville livery-stable. Hashknife met her and they walked from the buggy to the house. She did not mention the inquests until Sleepy and Rex met them in the living-room, and the four of them sat down together.